Brian McMahan - Winter Lair lyrics

Drifting to sleep Let the snow fall Deep unto the blighted place Far below The earth, the slowing Rivers flow, come again Alone in the force Of the morning Last dark light at his feet Dreams come to he Who is fallen Comfort and sin, place in one Bit by frail Silver spider That crawled into my winter lair Fortunes vast Can provide what is Granted me now, in our modest home Birds in the trees High above us Listen for the sound of padded feet Small branch is broken Hanging loose now Resting against the piney floor Pulling her weight From the whole now Fox makes its way into my den